INKSTAND

I always wanted to try these. My friend Josh tried them years ago but he was already drunk, and you’re supposed to take the pill with your first drink. After I bought these recently I tried them but then didn’t drink enough to get a hangover anyway. This weekend i think was a real test. Now I had more than one or two drinks when I took two pills, but I’m sure that was fine. I had more drinks and later took two more pills. The instructions say to take two every 4 to 6 drinks.
How did it work? Was I hungover? Yes and yes. I still had some hangover symptoms…nausea mostly, low energy. But I really feel that I would have been feeling much worse if I hadn’t taken the Chaser. Between that, a bong hit, and a few Mother’s Day pancakes from Jeremy, I was prepared to coast through a mind-numbingly slow work day.

I’ve posted about organic wine before. That one was a red and we just got an organic, sulfite-free Chardonnay from Badger Mountain. I really wanted to try it because from the small tastes I’ve had of wine before I think I prefer chilled white wine to yucky, room-temperature red wine. The meager ten dollar price tag deterred me. But then, as Jeremy was drinking a substantial helping of white wine this morning I recalled that I had a dream. A dream where I easily guzzled the chard through my gullet. I took this as a sign an decided to try it out tonight.
I’m happy to report that I am well into the bottle and it’s doing super right by me. It’s stronger than beer, tastes a little better, and I don’t think it would take much of this sweet nectar to significantly reduce my inhibitions. Sadly I can’t compare it to other wines, because what I’m accepting now as an allergic reaction to the sulfites prevents me from drinking most, or any, other wines. But it’s yummy and at ten bucks, it should be fun to split with someone close to you or someone you’d like to get closer to.
Enjoy.

So Far, So Gay



Typical set up for a reality show: a group of people live in a house vying for the affection of a notable person. The thing about this show, that pits an assortment of young men against each other for the attentions of Andrew Shue/Ryan Renolds love child Brody Jenner, is wikkid gay. It starts out with the contestants being pulled out of their hotel beds in the middle of the night in their underwear and sat in front of Mr. Jenner as he introduces himself and the house to them. The house was not uber-furnished like other reality shows featuring ladies, but more like a frat house that dudes could chill in. But we all know that, if anything, that environment is even more likely to induce a circle-jerk if enough alcohol is introduced.
The assortment of dudes include lunkheads, a token black dude and a bona fide homosexual who presents Mr. Jenner a birthday card during the first challenge, offending one of Mr. Jenner’s already-existing friends in the process. The gay dude ends up bailing because he was an avid fan of The Hills who misunderstood what the show was like. The the elimination happens in a hot tub. Yeah, like eight dudes in a hot tub, going over their relationships with this studly guy. Sounds pretty gay to me.
I’m going to give this show a chance just because I’m interested in seeing where the drama comes from. Either it will dispel my belief that this show is totally gay or it will reinforce it. The point of “The Pick-Up Artist” was to get chicks and it was wikkid gay. The point of this one is to be a dude’s best friend. . . I can only hope it supplies some mild j/o material.

One sip of this 10.21% IPA and you know it’s one of those beers that will rip the hair off your nuts just so it can put some more on there. The hops are just freaking ridiculous. Hoppy, hoppy, hoppy! Naturally it gets easier to drink as you go along. The high, therefore fun, alcohol level comes at a price, though. This 22 ounce bottle cost me $7.99 at my work. I’m not sure if you can get it cheaper anywhere else. Lately it seems as though our store’s prices are actually competetive.

It’s a blog, and a very good one at that. It makes me think of the days when you would go to someone’s Geocities page and they would have a shitload of images on there, taking forever to load. It was only a 14k modem for crying out loud! Jump to the future! Someone can put up galleries upon galleries of images that load in seconds! Super Underwear Perverts takes full advantage of this modern miracle to give us galleries upon galleries of sexy dude pics with an occasional superhero theme.

I don’t know if it’s the frequency of the posts, the number of images in them, the fun categories, or what but I highly enjoy seeing what’s new everyday. The labels include comic related things like “Mirror Master” and “Super Villain” as well as other things like “Spandex” and, my favorite, “Beer.” It’s an obeisance to alcohol’s ability to make straight dudes get it on with other dudes in some capacity or another.
As you scroll down the page of nerdy, weird but mostly sexy pictures, the sidebar has a ton of covers from comics, graphic novels and trade paperbacks as well as some pretty gay books. Now that I’ve enticed you and gotten you to red my review, you should go here and take a gander. If you like dudes ,then you’ll enjoy it. If you like comics you’ll enjoy it even more.

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Don’t get excited, it’s not nearly as hot as it sounds. It’s a lip balm made out of Oskar Blues’ Old Chub beer. The lip balm doesn’t taste like beer, unfortunately. Beer, hops and barley are in the list of ingredients, but before that comes cocoa oil and shea butter and stuff. It actually kind of tastes like coffee. I think maybe Tully’s could buy it from them and they wouldn’t even have to change the color of their packaging.
Oh, how well does it protect my lips from the elements? I dont know, pretty well I guess. I’m gonna keep using it. I think it’s the novelty, but I’m starting to like the flavor and hey, maybe it is preventing the chapping of my lips.

This is a strong beer that isn’t heavy and doesn’t have an overbearing flavor. It’s a 7.5% english pale ale. It was sweet and I could tell that it was going to induce a headache. It did, but it also got me buzzed.
Also, this picture does not do the bottle justice. In real life the neck looks much more like a butt plug.

Yesterday my boss gave me a half rack of Old Milwaukee because it was the last one and we are no longer going to sell it. We never really did, actually. I’m not sure why it was in the store. It was “my friday”, as we say, so I had planned on drinking a bunch of it. I had never had it before, knew it was going to be bad, but also knew I had had worse. I’m no snob.
I opened one when I got home from work and about an hour later I realized that I wasn’t even half finished with it. It was still cold, but sipping it left a horrid after taste. It’s really, really gross. Not Steel Reserve gross, but this video shows how I feel about it:

(sorry the quality sucks. my camera is the pathetixxorz.)

I was thinking that I’m allergic to sulfites, a preservative in wine. Wine would make me nauseous and give me a bad headache. I hated it before I could even try to enjoy it. So tonight I tried a wine with no sulfites. I’m buzzed and not sick, so I’m all for it. I only had half the bottle. If I drank it all and was with friends, I’d be having a great time.

I was never a big fan of IPAs but I’ve been warming up to them latley. Sometimes they’re just too bitter, or “hoppy”, I guess. This is one of my favorites. Naturally the label caught my attention. Not only is it printed in my favorite color combination, there is an adorable fat boy on it. 6.2% by vol., and in a 22 oz bottle, it’s just right. The flavor is bright, but not too strong. I get a decent buzz off it even while eating.
The beer seems to sell pretty quickly at my store, especially among the employees. Not only that, but I think the guy on the label is one of my friend’s girlfriend’s cousin or something. I hope we keep carrying it and it does well enough that we get in some of Lazy Boy’s other brews.
It was so good, I made out with the bottle, even though the dude isn’t as hot as the last beer I made out with.